We went into Brighton yesterday for lunch with the MiL and GiL (Mother-in-law & Grandmother-in-law). It was a nice day, if a bit cold. We went on the pier and had a go on the 2p machines for a while, and Monkey went on a Noddy ride.
We had a very nice lunch at Carluccio's, and afterwards I decided to put a bet on England to win the Six Nations.
That could be a wasted ten pounds. The first half of the game yesterday was good, but for the second half England were running around like headless chickens. Someone needed to step up and control the game for England. Balshaw needs to go. I don't like to criticise, usually, but Balshaw, despite the occasional flash of brilliance, is more of a liability than an asset. He makes the wrong decisions. And that passage where England just shooed the ball back! No leadership...
The only thing I can hope is that the awful second half makes them rethink and play the rest of the games like champions. They made the World Cup Final, for goodness' sake.
TTFN.
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